For every holiday and/or family get together, MawMaw faithfully made this dessert. She knew full well that I and about twenty other kinfolk would swarm down upon it like a veritable locust plague. In the last few years, she has stopped making it due to rampant diabetes in the family. Coincidence? Maybe…
If you’re not too fearful, join us in a luscious, creamy and cool dessert. Perfect for the hot summer afternoons that will soon be upon us. At least, they’ll soon be upon you unless you live in the Deep South, where they’re already in full swing!
MawMaw’s Lemon Ice Box Pie
1 tub cool-whip (if you’re feeling wonderfully industrious, please feel free to make your own whipped topping–even better!)
2 cans sweetened condensed milk
Lemon juice to taste–I seem to recall that MawMaw used several lemons. Yes, folks. She squeezed her own lemons to make this delightful treat!
Mix all ingredients together well. Line glass pan with whole graham crackers (homemade or store-bought). Top pie mixture with graham cracker crumbs. Refrigerate overnight. Beg pardon? Overnight? Fat chance!!
No, it isn’t Saturday as I write this post. But, for some very odd reason, this Friday has resembled a Saturday all day long. I seem to be battling some kind of flu-ish symptoms so all perceptions are a bit wacky. No, still haven’t dug up any new June Carter videos, so here’s another Barats and Bereta for your enjoyment. Hope you like their zany sense of humor…
With the birth of our newest niece (as yet unnamed) fast approaching, my mind has been often turning to family of late. With that in mind, I dedicate this week’s Thursday 13 to my family, highlighting 13 things about us.
We thought Sunday morning wrestling was cool.
Every member of the family had a Biblical name.
We lived an hour outside of town.
We didn’t quite fit in.
My mom and dad taught us always to accept responsibility for our own words and actions.
Each of us was trained to value individualism and self-reliance.
Romantics. Even the ones who think they aren’t. They really are.
Thanksgiving at my dad’s parents’ house. Lots of aunts, uncles and cousins telling crazy stories and not letting sleeping dogs lie. MawMaw always made Lemon Ice Box Pie.
Raised in a strict Christian home. We baptized each other in the swimming pool for fun.
I recall seeing two movies before I went away to college. One was Pinocchio. The other was The Last Unicorn (still a favorite!) First movie I saw in college? Schindler’s List.
Goats. I think we always had goats.
And chickens.
And horses.
We were blessed.
Hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane with me. Please stop by and check out more Thursday 13 participants at the website. Please feel free to leave some of your favorite (or not-so) family memories as well!
I needed a shower. The day was hot and I was tired. After bathing the ElfGirl, I finally treated myself to that shower. Unfortunately, the moment I decided to shower was when Mr. James came waltzing into the house, needing the restroom as well. (Yes, we only have the one room. It’s an old house.) As if on cue, ElfGirl found herself in need or relief. After she finished, she proceeded to tell me:
Head around the shower curtain: I only used a tiny bit of toilet paper
That’s wonderful, sweetheart.
Are you proud of me?
Yes, dear.
Silence, then head around the shower curtain: I flushed a ‘mode.
Good job.
Silence, head around the shower curtain again: I wash my hands.
Wonderful
Head, and hands, now around the curtain: I use just a little soap.
Super!
I felt so special. It takes so little for those of us as yet without children.
Corrie Ten Boom says that prayer is like breathing. When we breathe, we exhale all the old air that is in our lungs and we inhale new, oxygen rich air. In the same way, as we pray we exhale all our worries and cares and inhale the life of the Holy Spirit. Once again, a timely word for this season.
The first Barats and Bereta short movie I ever watched. These guys are insanely funny and look like they’re having a blast. Their work started out squeaky clean and has changed a little but their sense of humor is completely intact. Enjoy the video and leave me a comment. It’s like waiting for your first piece of mail at the new place!
When I walked into the room, I saw only two familiar faces. Everyone was strange and there I was to take part in a study that I wasn’t sure I was really all that excited about. When I realized that I would be required to buy a book, I knew that the time of decision had come.
What event precipitated this moment of revelation? I decided to join the Beth Moore women’s Bible Study at Harvest. I’m not a group Bible study type person. In fact, I’m not a group much of anything. I love people. I love being a part of other’s lives. But, at the end of the day–or the hour–I really long for the solace of my own backyard and a good book. At heart, I’m a solitary dweller.
going to this study forced me out of my shell.
I’m not sure I’m a Beth Moore fan. The woman’s a little too excited about make-up and curlers for my taste.
She yelled. A lot.
To me, these reasons are all very good ones for not attending the next meeting. Shallow reasons, perhaps, but my valid reasons nonetheless. Another thing I am is quite low-key. I need a mellow teacher who stimulates my intellect. This teaching style of hers is not quite my cup of tea. Several times during the video, I found myself covertly glancing around the room to see if anyone else was as bemused as I by a remark.
At this point, is anyone interested in the irony of the Bible Study I have just joined? It’s her latest (I think) called Living Beyond Ourselves. It’s pretty amazing that this opportunity would come right at the time I’m feeling God’s nudge to change my routine and get a real life. So, for all the reasons I don’t like this study, I feel that I must continue it. It’s so hard to grow without stretching. For me, living beyond myself starts with actually going to the study. Probably not quite what she had in mind when she wrote the lessons–but it’s the same result.
